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Chapter 36: Surya messed up his lone time with Anandhi
Sunday morning
It was 11:20 AM when Jeeva returned from the “hospital”. He stepped inside expecting to find Anandhi already at Surya’s flat, cooking together as planned.
Instead she was still home.
Rohan had tripped while playing — banged his shin hard against the doorframe — and was now sobbing dramatically on the floor, clutching his leg like it was broken. Anandhi knelt beside him — soothing, kissing the “boo-boo,” promising chocolate if he stopped crying. Riya hovered nearby — worried, holding her brother’s hand.
Jeeva’s plan had flopped — temporarily.
He crouched beside Rohan — voice gentle.
“Let me see, champion. Big boys don’t cry for small bumps.”
Rohan sniffled — looked up with teary eyes.
“It hurts, Jeeva mama…”
Jeeva examined the shin — no swelling, no bruise — and ruffled the boy’s hair.
“You’re tough. It’ll be fine in five minutes. How about I tell you a story while Amma finishes her work?”
Rohan nodded — tears slowing.
Jeeva glanced at Anandhi — she gave him a grateful look.
He texted Surya quickly.
“Call her now. Ask cooking doubts. I’ll handle kids — send her over.”
Surya’s reply came instantly.
“On it.”
A minute later — Anandhi’s phone rang.
She answered — voice warm.
“Hello?”
Surya’s gruff tone came through — loud enough for Jeeva to hear.
“Anandhi… cooking doubts. This sambar powder, how much? And
the oil — should I heat it first or add everything together?”
Anandhi smiled, phone pressed to her ear.
“Two spoons powder. Heat the oil first — let it smoke a little, then add mustard seeds…”
Another call five minutes later.
“Spices? I put turmeric already — now what?”
Anandhi laughed softly.
“Add coriander powder next. Half spoon. Stir well.”
Back-to-back calls — one after another — Surya asking small, innocent questions — Anandhi answering patiently, smiling wider each time.
Jeeva watched from the corner — Rohan now calm on his lap, story half-told.
He caught her eye — casual.
“Why are you laughing like any thing are there any joke on your mobile?”
Anandhi grinned — cheeks faintly pink.
“Surya’s risking it cooking. He’s hopeless in the kitchen.”
I wonder how where his cooking skill vanished.
Jeeva chuckled — then said lightly:
“Oh no hotels are leave today.. dont risk it.. Instead of doing it on the phone… just go to his place and help him. He’ll burn the kitchen otherwise.”
Anandhi paused — gaze flicking to the door across the corridor.
She hesitated — fingers tightening on her pallu.
He said dont hesitate i will take care of kids.
Then — softly — she said:
“Take care of the kids.”
She slipped into her room , adjusted her saree, the green fabric hugged tighter across her breasts and hips as she smoothed it down — emerged looking composed but with a faint flush on her cheeks — and strode to Surya’s flat.
She knocked.
The door creaked open.
Jeeva —
at the corner of the hall
watched her step inside.
The door shut behind her with a soft click.
He blinked.
Two hours stretched , no sign of her.
Jeeva sat on the sofa — kids playing quietly now
mind racing.
“Are they really Cooking… or Suriya got her into fucking?”
He chuckled — low, bitter — then sobered.
Shivers crept up his spine.
“Unplanned. Alone.”
He dialed Surya — phone trembled in his hand.
No answer.
He dialed again.
Still nothing.
Panic rose — sharp, acidic.
Did he win her body already?
He was fine pushing her to Suriya — he had planned it, orchestrated it — but the thought killed him.
The image of Surya’s hands on her waist, his mouth on hers, his cock inside her — it twisted something deep in his chest. His penis throbbed painfully — not just arousal, but anguish — the chemical storm turning pleasure into torment.
He paced.
Thirty minutes later — the door across the corridor opened.
Anandhi returned.
Her saree was wet in patches, clinging to her skin, hair dripping slightly — face flushed yet an anger flared in her eyes .
She rushed inside — didn’t look at Jeeva directly — went straight to her room.
Jeeva got a message from Suriya
I think i messed up.
then he read full incident typed by Suriya.
He was not just shocked but a tense flared in him.
How will manage this scenario. he was panicked
10 Minutes later she emerged — changed into a dry pink kurta — the thin fabric molding to her still-damp skin, 34D bust pressing visibly against it, nipples faintly outlined from the chill. She was still tensed.
Jeeva got a message from Suriya again
do something have things in your control.
Anandhi came in and said you all go and have lunch there, and get me a lunch from this hotbox, she raised an hotbox to Jeeva.
Jeeva analysed her behavior, a hope flared in him
Jeeva decided, he stood from his chair, went near her
“Tell me what happened. Why are you like this?”
Anandhi looked at him — she was shivering, eyes locked on his.
Sunday morning
It was 11:20 AM when Jeeva returned from the “hospital”. He stepped inside expecting to find Anandhi already at Surya’s flat, cooking together as planned.
Instead she was still home.
Rohan had tripped while playing — banged his shin hard against the doorframe — and was now sobbing dramatically on the floor, clutching his leg like it was broken. Anandhi knelt beside him — soothing, kissing the “boo-boo,” promising chocolate if he stopped crying. Riya hovered nearby — worried, holding her brother’s hand.
Jeeva’s plan had flopped — temporarily.
He crouched beside Rohan — voice gentle.
“Let me see, champion. Big boys don’t cry for small bumps.”
Rohan sniffled — looked up with teary eyes.
“It hurts, Jeeva mama…”
Jeeva examined the shin — no swelling, no bruise — and ruffled the boy’s hair.
“You’re tough. It’ll be fine in five minutes. How about I tell you a story while Amma finishes her work?”
Rohan nodded — tears slowing.
Jeeva glanced at Anandhi — she gave him a grateful look.
He texted Surya quickly.
“Call her now. Ask cooking doubts. I’ll handle kids — send her over.”
Surya’s reply came instantly.
“On it.”
A minute later — Anandhi’s phone rang.
She answered — voice warm.
“Hello?”
Surya’s gruff tone came through — loud enough for Jeeva to hear.
“Anandhi… cooking doubts. This sambar powder, how much? And
the oil — should I heat it first or add everything together?”
Anandhi smiled, phone pressed to her ear.
“Two spoons powder. Heat the oil first — let it smoke a little, then add mustard seeds…”
Another call five minutes later.
“Spices? I put turmeric already — now what?”
Anandhi laughed softly.
“Add coriander powder next. Half spoon. Stir well.”
Back-to-back calls — one after another — Surya asking small, innocent questions — Anandhi answering patiently, smiling wider each time.
Jeeva watched from the corner — Rohan now calm on his lap, story half-told.
He caught her eye — casual.
“Why are you laughing like any thing are there any joke on your mobile?”
Anandhi grinned — cheeks faintly pink.
“Surya’s risking it cooking. He’s hopeless in the kitchen.”
I wonder how where his cooking skill vanished.
Jeeva chuckled — then said lightly:
“Oh no hotels are leave today.. dont risk it.. Instead of doing it on the phone… just go to his place and help him. He’ll burn the kitchen otherwise.”
Anandhi paused — gaze flicking to the door across the corridor.
She hesitated — fingers tightening on her pallu.
He said dont hesitate i will take care of kids.
Then — softly — she said:
“Take care of the kids.”
She slipped into her room , adjusted her saree, the green fabric hugged tighter across her breasts and hips as she smoothed it down — emerged looking composed but with a faint flush on her cheeks — and strode to Surya’s flat.
She knocked.
The door creaked open.
Jeeva —
at the corner of the hall
watched her step inside.
The door shut behind her with a soft click.
He blinked.
Two hours stretched , no sign of her.
Jeeva sat on the sofa — kids playing quietly now
mind racing.
“Are they really Cooking… or Suriya got her into fucking?”
He chuckled — low, bitter — then sobered.
Shivers crept up his spine.
“Unplanned. Alone.”
He dialed Surya — phone trembled in his hand.
No answer.
He dialed again.
Still nothing.
Panic rose — sharp, acidic.
Did he win her body already?
He was fine pushing her to Suriya — he had planned it, orchestrated it — but the thought killed him.
The image of Surya’s hands on her waist, his mouth on hers, his cock inside her — it twisted something deep in his chest. His penis throbbed painfully — not just arousal, but anguish — the chemical storm turning pleasure into torment.
He paced.
Thirty minutes later — the door across the corridor opened.
Anandhi returned.
Her saree was wet in patches, clinging to her skin, hair dripping slightly — face flushed yet an anger flared in her eyes .
She rushed inside — didn’t look at Jeeva directly — went straight to her room.
Jeeva got a message from Suriya
I think i messed up.
then he read full incident typed by Suriya.
He was not just shocked but a tense flared in him.
How will manage this scenario. he was panicked
10 Minutes later she emerged — changed into a dry pink kurta — the thin fabric molding to her still-damp skin, 34D bust pressing visibly against it, nipples faintly outlined from the chill. She was still tensed.
Jeeva got a message from Suriya again
do something have things in your control.
Anandhi came in and said you all go and have lunch there, and get me a lunch from this hotbox, she raised an hotbox to Jeeva.
Jeeva analysed her behavior, a hope flared in him
Jeeva decided, he stood from his chair, went near her
“Tell me what happened. Why are you like this?”
Anandhi looked at him — she was shivering, eyes locked on his.
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